Screams the morning radio
Not white noise
It elicits a response
All roads clear
Pathways open
Small, delicate music box
Getting wound up
Pushing notches
Into a ribbon
Punching holes into a belt
Pushing forward
Some stamp on some wheel
Some other boy
All wound up
Singing his own song
To himself
Going about fifty miles per hour
On the most direct line
Toward an eye opening experience
Someday
Blowing the lid off
With steam power
Electric power
Brain power
Bracing for
A dead end
Situated calmly outside of what is
And what should be
Here in what's what
Standing on principle
Two principles
Left foot: push
Right foot: stabilize
Journey to the center of your worth
In a rub a dub style
You don't have to love him more
Know him more
Blow up his spot more
Or create a scandal more
You can let it be
Let everyone love him
It's not about you
It's more about all the things
You will never be
But you can join in more
And sing along more
Like platelets
In a fast moving stream
On a wave of
Protein and cholesterol
Liquid and otherwise
All of the things you said would pass
Are here
And waiting for your other dismissals
The giant circus of what aught not
Pooled like magic mercury
Cruising around in a sink with no stopper
Dolls missing eyes
And flu bugs with nine legs
A feast of pastels
Spit up on fur
And clumpy spikes of togetherness
All the things that can't exist
Because things are as you're told
Things do as they are told
Or they are thrown away
Thrown for a loop
Lopsided
Not legitimate
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12.3.09
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